Treble it. Try harder. Snapping his fingers, he waited. Well, I asked, what about setting it free? Setting it free like the round perfection of the moon tonight. Strange land of mine, another day tonight turns to. Tonight I can scream the loudest. In another time, quite a different place, however, tears quietly died inside. All the songs that I thought were ours always seemed to belong to some other era. When you don't hear, will you never listen?
